Again.

I want to write.

I want to write about everything again. I don't want to write about you but every single damn time I try to write about something else, it always comes back to you.

I could write about wanting to go explore beautiful places, traveling around the world but the words and my mind keeps going until it came to you. You. About how I wanted to go there with you. Make memories with you.

I would write about my favorite tv show, or the movies I watch and it will always comes back to how I want to stay up all night watching them with you.

I hate it how you took over everything that my mind manifested. You ruined everything. The things I enjoy doing, the songs I loved dancing to, the books I read, the places I go, everything has your freaking stain on it.

But the thing is, I don't actually hates it and it annoys me. It annoys me that you were always there in my mind, in my heart, in every word I spoke and write. You were always there. You.

I can't imagine how many novels I could write if you ever leave me. But as much as I love writing, I don't ever want you to leave. They often tell me to turn my tears into words, but there's one thing they never told me, the one thing I learned and adore, to write about dreams and happiness.

Write about happiness. Home. You. I think I can never stop writing about you, I will always write about you. You'll always live in the words I write, between the lines of sentences I create, in the pages of books I keep dearly. You'll always be there.

Love NNIBMS,